Beelzebub's Offering Of Free Agency Poem by Chuy Amante

The Big Guy was cool with everything
exactly as it was,
a fine garden, self-sustaining

along came Mr. Cobra who decided 'choice'-
the following of ones own will,
is how the gods rolled
so he says,
'Hey smart, cute babe,
I've heard stories
about how tasty
that fruit is over there
You are free, a big girl, independant,
CHOOSE,
for yourself
go ahead and try it
and see how good it is

your eyes will open
and you will be as
the Eloheim

seeing good and evil

but now able to decided
which way YOU want to go

look out for yourself

but what do I know?
I'm just a snake

so woman chooses
her will
over
all
else

how is that workin' out?
How 'FREE' are you?

Are there options?